Pulling a counterattack, the methods of the dealer are indeed high, a poem for the dealer:
The currency price surges like a demon tide, the dealer secretly sets the financial knife.
Pulling the market with false promises to lure the dust guests, smashing the market to roll away the money to distant suburbs.
Contract leverage buries the corpses, the K-line painted red and green cries in grief.
Greed will ultimately be punished by heaven, on the day of silver bells, debts are hard to clear. $FHE
The currency price surges like a demon tide, the dealer secretly sets the financial knife.
Pulling the market with false promises to lure the dust guests, smashing the market to roll away the money to distant suburbs.
Contract leverage buries the corpses, the K-line painted red and green cries in grief.
Greed will ultimately be punished by heaven, on the day of silver bells, debts are hard to clear. $FHE
